Glitz & Goals (Venom Next Gen #2)

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen

Vivian

The guys are finishing up morning skate when Renee, some guy named Attila, and I all march out to the ice. Attila is dressed in the new Venom mascot costume, holding his head under his arm. It took me a few tries to come up with a design that I was happy with since I do want the new team mascot to look more badass than cartoony, but I also needed to design something that a person could safely skate in. There’s the added consideration of the rink’s low temperature, which made it a little different than designing a Cirque costume, plus the fact that the costume might have to fit multiple body types depending on how many people need to use it.

“How are you feeling so far?” I ask.

Attila shrugs. I don’t know if this is because he’s indifferent to the costume’s fit or if he doesn’t speak much English. In Dante’s circles, there seem to be a steady stream of young Italians with limited English vocabulary. I’ve opted not to ask too many questions and adopt the Kermit the Frog adage: but that’s none of my business.

It doesn’t seem like morning skate is officially over yet, but the guys are already circling up to see what’s going on. Attila sits rink side to pull on his skates, then yanks the tall snake head into place. It makes him look about a foot taller, and I think it looks pretty damn good if I do say so myself. Attila sails onto the ice to a round of applause. The players’ response requires no translation, and pretty soon the mascot is hamming it up to their boisterous approval.

“Looks good to me,” Renee says.

Grady leaves the younger guys to dick around on the ice and heads over to us. “Nice costume,” he says.

“It was my idea,” Renee tells him. She gives him a sly smirk. “Funny thing… one day Viv was in here and got stuck in this mermaid costume.”

“Really.” Grady manages to keep a straight face. “Imagine that.”

“Mm, and I got this idea that maybe we needed to mix things up a little. At first I was thinking, bam, new merch design. Something that would appeal to the female fans. Sequins, perhaps.”

This time Grady cracks a smile. “Sounds like a brilliant idea to me.”

I lean on the railing and grin. I don’t know what Renee thinks she knows, but clearly, we have no secrets from her.

“But then I thought, a new mascot would be even better. The right mascot can really bring the team’s energy up. Inject a little jolt of adrenaline into the event, you know? And since that’s my lane…”

“Because of publicity,” I cut in.

“Exactly. I’m the PR gal. Mascots are good PR. And a new mascot design calls for all-new merch, so…” Renee shrugs, looking utterly pleased with herself. “It’s a win-win situation, am I right?”

Grady nods. “Truly, Renee, you’re a genius.”

“Oh, go on.” Renee flaps a hand at him. “Say more.”

On the ice, the guys have surrounded Attila and lifted him in the air. He’s doing a wriggling dance and pumping his arms.

Grady sighs and hooks a thumb toward the group. “I should probably break this up. Good work, ladies. Keep those ideas coming.” He waves to us before heading off to rescue Attila, although given the festive air of the players, I’d say the mascot’s already having a grand old time.

Renee and I chat for a bit until Attila finally returns with a huge grin and a seal of approval for the new mascot costume. My work here is done.

Grady catches my eye as the guys head into the locker room, while we make our way toward the elevator to figure out the best way to store the mascot costume so it won’t get damaged.

We’ve got the costume packed up and ready to go when my watch vibrates. There’s a message.

Grady : My office. Ten minutes.

Well, okay then. I hide my smile from Renee as we hang the garment bag containing the mascot’s body. I’m glad I wore a dress today. I can only think of one reason Grady would want to meet up in his office, and I’m already turned on just considering the implications.

If I were any other contractor, Renee would probably escort me from the building. To my relief, she just waves me off and closes the door behind me. It’s easy to walk past her office windows toward the elevator and just keep going, eventually circling back to Grady’s door. I smile to myself when I realize no one else is around.

Perfect.

The door is open, and when I peek my head in, Grady is already sitting in his chair at the L-shaped desk. His monitor and keyboard sit on one arm of the L; the other has been cleared of anything that might get in the way. There are exterior windows at the back of the room, but we’re several stories up, and the blinds are drawn.

I slip inside and lock the door behind me. “What can I do for you, Coach Metcalfe?”

Grady steeples his fingers and lets his gaze rake over me. “For starters,” he growls, “you could take off your underwear.”

A shiver runs down my spine, and my body screams, Yes! I turn away from him, feigning modesty, only to hike up my skirt and give him a full view of my ass as I hook my thumbs under the elastic of my panties and pull them down. I’ve had sex in semi-public spaces before, but not since college. Doing this in the Venom arena, a place I’ve visited off and on my whole life, feels extra taboo.

I kick my panties off and tuck them in my dress pocket, then turn back to Grady and wait.

He scoots his rolling chair back and pats one hand against the barren arm of the desk. “Here,” is all he says.

I saunter over to the desk, a maneuver which involves pressing past Grady with my ass practically in his lap. Once I’m close enough, I turn and pull myself up onto the edge of the desk, where I spread my legs so that Grady can see what is and isn’t underneath my skirt. I adjust the position of my legs so that my skirt slides higher on my bare thighs.

Grady licks his lips. “Vivian…”

I run one hand along the inside of my thigh. “Yes?”

“Do you want me?”

I circle my fingers against my clit. “Always.”

Grady shudders and rises to his feet, shoving the chair aside. He stands between my legs. His left hand tangles in my hair, and he tips my head back so that I’m looking him dead in the eye when he slips two fingers of his right hand into my mouth. I suck them eagerly, and my pussy clenches in anticipation.

“You’re going to have to be so quiet,” he whispers. “You’re not going to scream like a bad girl, are you, Vivian?”

I shake my head. My palms press against the desk to hold me upright, but my arms are already trembling.

“Good, I don’t want to have to spank you.” Grady pulls his slick fingers from my mouth and lowers them between my legs. I whimper as he presses them inside of me.

Grady freezes. “Didn’t I say you had to be quiet?”

I thought he was just being practical, but now I see that it’s another game. Why is that such a turn-on? I smile up at him and whisper, “Maybe I need you to keep my mouth busy.”

Grady’s eyes are glassy. He wants this as badly as I do, which means that neither of us is going to last long. He unbuttons his slacks and yanks the zipper down. He’s still holding my head back when he lines up his dick, slides the tip into me, and returns his fingers to my lips. Only when I’m sucking his fingers again does he thrust into me.

I barely make a sound, though my eyes roll back as he fucks my cunt with his cock and my mouth with his fingers, moving at slightly different rhythms. Grady chuckles at my expression. “You love this, don’t you? I bet you’ve gotten off to the idea of having two men at the same time, haven’t you? Well, too fucking bad, Vivian, because I don’t share.”

I swallow my answering whimper. Only you , I want to tell him. I only want you . Because of what he says about my cunt being his, not because I’m obsessed with him or whatever. But his dick feels so good inside me, stretching me, filling me almost to my limit, but no more. Foreplay is one of my favorite things about sex, but I’m turned on enough that I enjoy the feeling of this being almost too much. I haven’t had a chance to relax and prepare for him, and this is just the right side of pain.

“I bet you have all kinds of dirty fantasies,” Grady whispers. “I have something I want you to do for me, one of my fantasies. Can I tell you?”

I nod again.

Grady’s hips snap harder as he talks. Most of the time, his words are for me, but I can tell that this time, they’re for him. “After this, I imagine you’ll walk out of this room with my smell all over you. Your legs are going to be shaking from how hard I’ve made you come. And then you’re going to go home, and you’re going to get undressed, and you’re going to get off to the memory of what we’re doing right now.”

I stifle another whimper. I’m so close. His fingers have gone slack against my tongue, almost forgotten in his desperate rutting thrusts.

“I want to ruin you, Vivian,” he whispers. “I want you to think about me every time you—ah, fuuuuuck,” he grits out and shudders as his cock throbs inside me. Grady has to let go of me so that he can grab the edge of the desk to keep himself from falling.

We stay like that, for a long moment until he catches his breath. When he finally slides out of me, he’s still half hard. He stumbles back into his chair and drags me into his lap, turning me so that my back is to his chest. I can feel his breath hot against my neck as he picks up where he left off, two fingers in my mouth, three in my pussy, his thumb on my clit.

I come hard after only a few seconds and expect him to stop there, but he knows me too well already. It takes less than a minute for me to come a second time, and when I do, every muscle on my body goes limp. If Grady wasn’t holding onto me so tightly, I would slither to the floor and curl up there for a nap.

He holds me steady until we both catch our breath. “Are you okay?” he asks. “That wasn’t too much?”

“Why?” I taunt. “Think you’ve got another round in you?”

Grady snorts. “Definitely not. Not if it involves standing. I thought my knee was going to give out.”

I twist around to look at him. “Wait, are you okay?”

He kisses the side of my neck. “I’m fine, Viv. Just… not used to this. I didn’t realize it would be so intense. But it’s always intense with you, isn’t it?”

I stand up and straighten my skirt, then take a moment to run my fingers through my hair.

“Do you want my help cleaning up?” Grady looks almost shy as he asks. “I can dip into the bathroom, grab you some… hand towels, or something?”

“I don’t mind being a little messy,” I tell him. “Besides, I’m just going to go home and get myself off again, like you said.”

Grady’s Adam’s apple bobs. “Shit. Are you really?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I bend over to whisper in his ear. “Maybe if you get lucky, I’ll send you a picture of it.”

Grady’s face is fifteen shades of red. “I’d like that.”

I smirk as I reach into my pocket and pull out my crumpled panties, which I stuff into his top desk drawer. “In the meantime, why don’t you hold onto these for me?” I drop a quick kiss on his cheek before I spin on my heel and head for the door.

I take the long way toward the elevator so I won’t pass Renee’s office again. There’s no need for this to get strange and complicated. No explanation, no feelings, nothing to worry about.

That’s what I keep telling myself, anyway.